Old Hounds

Relationships are fickle things- built on trust, communication, and mutual attraction. Any manner of obstacle can be thrown in the way, tearing both halves apart.

But Jackson and Phillip aren't in a relationship.. right? They're just fuck-buddies who've been performing the same routine for almost a year, neither willing to stop dancing around the topic of what exactly they mean to one another. It's good stress relief, considering the strain their job leaves on them- and who really needs all of the soft, frou-frou things that came with relationships?

Well, they may not want it, but they may just need it after a snap judgement on Jackson's part leaves him reluctantly in the hands of the man he'd hoped would be last on the willing list of people he needed to rely on.

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I don't think I've written a proper fanfic in years, and it's been at least 8 years since I've tried publishing anything here, so updates will be at my leisure. I'm going to gun for one a week, but we'll see.

All characters mentioned (save for Jackson, my dearest boy) belong to Activision.